commercial vehicles used in transit-mix cement or asphalt-bituminous spreading or garbage operations.

So you might think that Travis talks out of his asphalt or that he really spreads a lot of the bituminous around or that UBER is garbage operation, but aside from that, help me out here Gentle Reader – can just anybody get a bad-ass looking metal tab from our DMV?

(Level 42 is called Level 43 – why is that? And Level 44 is called Level 46 – again, why is that?)

Ah, memories:

“More Than A Place To Live, This Is A Way To Live.

Rare and precious, shimmering on the skyline like crystal, Millennium Tower is one of Worth Magazine’s “Top 10 Residential Buildings in the World.” Inspired by the very essence of San Francisco, in form and in function, this is an address like no other.

FOR EVERY LIFESTYLE, A LIVING SPACE. Millennium Tower residences are the canvases where owners create their own unique San Francisco lifestyle. Streetwise and close to the city’s energy. Comfortably situated in a welcoming, open aerie. Or high above it all, with a view of the iconic Bay Bridge and the world beyond. Here, urban luxury living is elevated to an art form.

City ResidencesIn the 11-story mid-rise adjacent to the main tower, City Residences offer an urban loft aesthetic connected to the energy of the street.

The ResidencesEnsconced on the 3rd through 25th floors, The Residences feature clean lines, designer finishes and exceptional city views.

The Grand ResidencesFrom the vantage point of floors 26 through 60, The Grand Residences are the pinnacle of luxury, unparalleled in San Francisco.

Bye bye new-school garbage cans – this is the west side, near Oak and Clayton, and the one on the east side of the playground just recently disappeared as well.

Why? Because of all the roof rats. I hear tales of ppl seeing up to ten together, scrambling around, generally in the evening hours. Oh here’s the best shot I have at this particular location, taken from far away:

Speaking of tails, if you see a rat with a tail longer than its body and you’re in Frisco, then you’re looking at a roof rat (Rattus rattus, I’m srsly), which is your basic black rat, I s’pose (as opposed to your Norway rat and whathaveyou)

And here’s what wants to eat it/them at the Panhandle Playground:

So I suppose the closest trash can is now on the bike path near Fell and Ashbury (or maybe inside the Panhandle Bathroom, but I’ve never ventured inside there).

Dese boids generally have an all-carbs diet, but sometimes they need a little protein. This the last thing some spiders see:

Sort of looks like a bat to me.

But now it’s time for costumes. This little feller’s mantle is saying, “Hey ladies, look at me!”

(Hey, you know, speaking of scary, area Republican Ron Conway, through his interest in Pinterest, has made more money off of this shot than I have. Taken more than a decade ago with a $4500 camera and $4500 worth of glass it was. I’m in the wrong “business.”)

Now I’ve seen rats on grass and dirt and whatnot around town, and near garbage cans in the Financh and C-Town and the Fish Wharf, but I aint never seen a full-sized rat strutting about on pavement in a playground in Frisco. And yet, here s/he is:

I saw what I thought was a dead Norway rat up against a playground fence in the Golden Gate Park Panhandle the other day, but I don’t know much about varmints